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Do you know the story The Boy Who Cried Wolf? Well, the one I’m about to tell you is the real version…

Once upon a time there was a shepherd boy. He would go up the hill and watch the sheep and the village below. He was a kind and honest boy.

One day, a wolf came, and was about to pounce on one of the boy’s sheep when the boy cried:”Mr.Wolf! Please don’t eat my sheep! I’ll give you one every week, and I won’t tell the villagers. Just don’t eat them all at a time!” The wolf slowly nodded, and made the deal.

Every week, the boy would give the wolf one of his precious sheep. He was sad, but he had to give them in to keep his own life. Months passed, and the boy had only 5 sheep left. One day the villagers came and noticed that there was only a few sheep left. They asked the shepherd boy, and he, as his honest self, told them about the wolf, and said he was really sorry. The villagers were furious, so furious that they killed him.

This is the real story of The Boy Who Cried Wolf. He betrayed his villagers and fell for the wolf, just to protect his own life, but stilled ended up dead.

Friendship is important no matter who you are. Everyone needs a friend. Don’t judge others by their size, but by their heart. Who cares if they look ugly on the outside? They might be as beautiful as the spring on the inside. How would you feel if you looked different from others on the outside, and also get judged differently? I know how it feels. There was a girl who used to be in my school, but now she transferred just because people treated her differently, being mean and ignoring her.

Tessa just stared at Leonardo in shock, not knowing what to say or how to say it. The old man just stared down kindly at her, as if it was just another normal day when he met a fan that adored his paintings. Tessa slowly backed away from him as if Leonardo was about to strangle her. “Y-you sure your L-Leonardo? Da-da Vinci?” Tessa asked, horrified. Even thought she didn’t want to believe it, the truth was already before her. This man was Leonardo Da Vinci. Tessa was so happy, since she enjoyed painting a lot herself, but she just could never sit still and finish a painting in a day. She knows she can make it little by little, but she just didn’t have the patience for it.

After some time of cooling down, the truth finally settled in and Tessa decided ti just follow Leonardo around for the day. She didn’t know how to go back and she didn’t. Also, Leonardo seems like a kind man. “What’s your name, my girl?” Leonardo asked cheerfully. “Tessa.” Tessa said. “Tessa Shelton.” Leonardo nodded and looked at the sky. “Interesting name. Interesting…” The two kept walking, and Tessa had no idea where they where going. “Where are we going?” she blurted out. “Ah, yes. We are off to finish one of my paintings. The famous Mona Lisa, as I call it. It is my favorite painting of all, everyone is waiting for it.” Tessa’s eyes glimmered. She was going to see Leonardo paint the famous Mona Lisa painting!

After a while, they came to Leonardo’s workshop. It looked like it was afternoon, the perfect time to paint a painting. “Where is she?” Leonardo muttered as he entered his workshop. “She’s always here before me.” The two of them sat in a chair and had a little chat. Before they knew it, hours already passed, and Lisa was nowhere in sight. Leonardo stood up, now really worried. “She knew that she was supposed to be here!” he said, his hands in his hair. “This only happened once before, when Lisa didn’t come, but I hope this time it isn’t for the same reason.” “What reason?” Tessa asked, curious. “Last time,” Leonardo said with a sigh. “Lisa got kidnapped by a gang of bandits, for some reason. I’m not really sure, but at least she’s safe now.” “Or not,” Tessa said. “What if it happened again? What if Lisa got kidnapped again?” Leonardo pales, and Tessa knew she said the wrong thing. His expression just said: No. It can’t be.

Did you enjoy Part 2? Oh no, what really happened to Lisa? Mona Lisa? Wait for Part 3. The answers are in the future.

I woke up to the smell of breakfast. It was bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausages, and a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice. It was a sunny Sunday morning, so I can enjoy my breakfast slowly.

I sloppily made my way downstairs, hypnotized by the delicious smell. As the bacon enters my mouth, I could taste that it was nicely made. It was chewy and salty. Delicious. The egg was soft and just about the perfect taste for an egg. The sausage was very enjoyable. It was the best sausage ever, grilled on a barbecue. The orange juice tasted fresh and orangy. It was sweet and had a tinge of sourness. Ah. Definitely freshly squeezed orange juice. And finally, the pancakes. It was a stack of five, topped with honey, whipped cream, and extra strawberries.Wow, my breakfast is so nicely made!